Easel

A part of my story is that I grew up on a dairy farm in Door County, Wisconsin. Door County is beautiful, as is growing up on a farm. However, it took many years for me to get to a point of appreciation. There will be a post coming on that story in the future. It’s worth the wait.

With that, one of the many traits I thank my farm-upbringing for is the ability to work with my hands. I think Sé would agree that she loves being able to simply say, “I want that. Can you make it?”, and then a short while later, she has it. It’s a way that I can show love, use my gifts, and most of the time save a little money in the process.

A lot of the time when these projects are afoot, we’re visiting my family on the farm. Why? Tools, free-time, and my Dad. As you can see in the pictures, my Dad has a lot of stuff. Tools, wood, wisdom, whatever, he’s got them. This whole project was done with stuff my Dad had laying around. More than all that, I love the time we are able to spend together as we build. It’s been some of my most cherished times with my Dad.

This build was an art easel Sé had her eyes on. It was just her birthday, and this was part of her gift I surprised her with. It went from idea stage to sanded down and ready for painting that weekend. We just bought the paint, so keep your eyes peeled for it in the future.

Bonus Pic: Here’s Miles, the farm dog. He rules the place and keeps everyone from slacking off.